Stratus stomps and snorts and treads slowly towards them, breathing getting louder and closer. A silhouette emerges through grey cloud canvas. Bealdric Black Shire strides over the moor. He wears a faint star on his angular face. He draws Avice down into bottomless wells of blackest eyes where secrets of the other world hide.
Idonea and Avice look long and hard at their last food. In silent agreement sisters hold numb, flattened, tentative fingers in front of their narrow chests and out into icy fog, an offering. Yellow dominoes pierce and sink into hard fruit, making easy pieces of it. Chewing and chomping with ravenous enjoyment of sweet crunchy pleasures, Bealdric recalls green and russet memories of long gone summer treasures.
Image by Annette Hegel, ‘Horse in Fog in Winter’ sourced here: http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Horse-in-Fog-in-Winter/225958/106168/view